The morning after
In the kitchen sink I saw a knife covered in blood. Instantly I knew this had been used on me. My mother called the detective in charge to tell them they missed a piece of evidence. He told her that the forensic team took pictures of it but did not collect it because they felt the red material on it was jelly. This was not a butter knife. The knife in my sink was a serrated steak knife. I complained but the detective ignored my response. While on the phone with my mother, he asked her if she still felt this was a mental issue and she replied yes. I was confused by this and asked what he meant by this. She told me I misunderstood and I believed her.
Turns out, since I have been taking sleeping pills for the last year, the detectives are following the track that this was a vivid nightmare created by my prescribed sleeping pills and my mother agreed that this was a possibility. I believe she was in denial that her daughter could have been raped. I think she needed to believe that I could have imagined this but her statement has caused irreparable damage to my case.